YALLERY BROWN'S SECRETS YOU SHOULD KNOW

YALLERY BROWN'S SECRETS YOU SHOULD KNOW
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 YALLERY BROWN’S SECRETS YOU SHOULD KNOW

As soon as upon a time, and an excellent time it was, although it wasn’t in my time, nor in your time, nor anyone else’s time, there was a younger lad of eighteen or so named Tom Tiver engaged on the Corridor Farm. One Sunday he was strolling throughout the west area, ‘t was a lovely July night time, heat and nonetheless and the air was filled with little sounds as if the bushes and grass have been chattering to themselves. And suddenly there got here a bit forward of him the pitifullest greetings ever he heard, sob, sobbing, like a bairn spent with concern, and nigh heartbroken; breaking off right into a moan after which rising once more in a protracted whimpering wailing that made him really feel sick to hark to it. He started to look in every single place for the poor creature. “It have to be Sally Bratton’s baby,” he thought to himself; “she was all the time a flighty factor, and by no means taken care of it. Like as not, she’s flaunting concerning the lanes, and has clear forgot the babby.” However although he regarded and regarded, he may see nought. And presently the whimpering acquired louder and stronger within the quietness, and he thought he may make out phrases of some kind. He hearkened with all his ears, and the sorry factor was saying phrases all blended up with sobbing—

“Ooh! the stone, the good large stone! ooh! the stones on high!”

Naturally he questioned the place the stone is likely to be, and he regarded once more, and there by the hedge backside was a fantastic flat stone, nigh buried within the mools, and hid within the cotted grass and weeds. One of many stones was referred to as the “Strangers’ Desk.” Nonetheless, down he fell on his knee-bones by that stone, and hearkened once more. Clearer than ever, however drained and spent with greeting got here the little sobbing voice—”Ooh! ooh! the stone, the stone on high.” He was gey, and mis-liking to meddle with the factor, however he couldn’t stand the whimpering babby, and he tore like mad on the stone, until he felt it lifting from the mools, and suddenly it got here with a sough out o’ the damp earth and the tangled grass and rising issues.

And there within the gap lay a tiddy factor on its again, blinking up on the moon and at him. ‘T was no greater than a year-old child, nevertheless it had lengthy cotted hair and beard, twisted spherical and spherical its physique so that you just couldn’t see its garments; and the hair was all yaller and shining and silky, like a bairn’s; however the face of it was previous and as if ‘t have been a whole lot of years since ‘t was younger and easy. Only a heap of wrinkles, and two vivid black eyne within the midst, set in loads of shining yaller hair; and the pores and skin was the color of the contemporary turned earth within the spring—brown as brown might be, and its naked arms and ft have been brown just like the face of it. The greeting had stopped, however the tears have been standing on its cheek, and the tiddy factor regarded mazed like within the moonshine and the night time air.

The creature’s eyne acquired used prefer to the moonlight, and presently he regarded up in Tom’s face as daring as ever was; “Tom,” says he, “thou ‘rt a superb lad!” as cool as thou can suppose, says he, “Tom, thou ‘rt a superb lad!” and his voice was gentle and excessive and piping like just a little hen twittering.

Tom touched his hat, and started to suppose what he must say. “Houts!” says the factor once more, “thou needn’t be feared o’ me; thou ‘st achieved me a greater flip than thou know’st, my lad, and I’ll do as a lot for thee.” Tom couldn’t converse but, however he thought; “Lord! for certain ‘t is a bogle!”

“No!” says he as fast as fast, “I’m no bogle, however ye ‘d greatest not ask me what I be; in any case I be a superb pal o’ thine.” Tom’s very knee-bones struck, for actually an strange physique couldn’t have identified what he’d been pondering to himself, however he regarded so variety like, and spoke so honest, that he made daring to get out, a bit quavery like—

“Would possibly I be axing to know your honour’s title?”

“H’m,” says he, pulling his beard; “as for that”—and he thought a bit—”ay so,” he went on ultimately, “Yallery Brown thou mayst name me, Yallery Brown; ‘t is my nature seest thou, and as for a reputation ‘t will do as every other. Yallery Brown, Tom, Yallery Brown’s thy pal, my lad.”

“Thankee, grasp,” says Tom, fairly meek like.

“And now,” he says, “I’m in a rush to-night, however inform me fast, what’ll I do for thee? Wilt have a spouse? I can provide thee the best lass within the city. Wilt be wealthy? I’ll give thee gold as a lot as thou can carry. Or wilt have assist wi’ thy work? Solely say the phrase.”

Tom scratched his head. “Nicely, as for a spouse, I’ve no hankering after such; they’re however bothersome our bodies, and I’ve girls people at house as ‘ll mend my clouts; and for gold that’s as could also be, however for work, there, I can’t abide work, and if thou ‘lt give me a helpin’ hand in it I’ll thank—”

“Cease,” says he, fast as lightning, “I’ll assist thee and welcome, but when ever thou sayest that to me—if ever thou thankest me, see’st thou, thou ‘lt by no means see me extra. Thoughts that now; I would like no thanks, I’ll don’t have any thanks;” and he stampt his tiddy foot on the earth and regarded as depraved as a raging bull.

“Thoughts that now, nice lump that thou be,” he went on, calming down a bit, “and if ever thou want’st assist, or get’st into bother, name on me and simply say, ‘Yallery Brown, come from the mools, I would like thee!’ and I’ll be wi’ thee without delay; and now,” says he, selecting a dandelion puff, “good-night to thee,” and he blowed it up, and all of it got here into Tom’s eyne and ears. Quickly as Tom may see once more the tiddy creature was gone, and however for the stone on finish and the opening at his ft, he’d have thought he’d been dreaming.

Nicely, Tom went house and to mattress; and by the morning he’d nigh forgot all about it. However when he went to the work, there was none to do! all was achieved already, the horses seen to, the stables cleaned out, all the pieces in its correct place, and he’d nothing to do however sit together with his arms in his pockets. And so it went on day after day, all of the work achieved by Yallery Brown, and higher achieved, too, than he may have achieved it himself. And if the grasp gave him extra work, he sat down, and the work did itself, the singeing irons, or the broom, or what not, set to, and with ne’er a hand put to it could get via very quickly. For he by no means noticed Yallery Brown in daylight; solely within the darklins he noticed him hopping about, like a Will-o-th’-wyke with out his lanthorn.

At first ‘t was mighty high quality for Tom; he’d nought to do and good pay for it; however by-and-by issues started to develop vicey-varsy. If the work was achieved for Tom, ‘t was undone for the opposite lads; if his buckets have been crammed, theirs have been upset; if his instruments have been sharpened, theirs have been blunted and spoiled; if his horses have been clear as daisies, theirs have been splashed with muck, and so forth; day in and day trip, ‘t was the identical. And the lads noticed Yallery Brown flitting about o’ nights, and so they noticed the issues working with out arms o’ days, and so they noticed that Tom’s work was achieved for him, and theirs undone for them; and naturally they begun to look shy on him, and so they wouldn’t converse or come nigh him, and so they carried tales to the grasp and so issues went from unhealthy to worse.

For Tom may do nothing himself; the brooms wouldn’t keep in his hand, the plough ran away from him, the hoe stored out of his grip. He thought that he’d do his personal work in any case, in order that Yallery Brown would depart him and his neighbours alone. However he couldn’t—true as loss of life he couldn’t. He may solely sit by and look on, and have the chilly shoulder turned on him, whereas the unnatural factor was meddling with the others, and dealing for him.

Finally, issues acquired so unhealthy that the grasp gave Tom the sack, and if he hadn’t, all the remainder of the lads would have sacked him, for they swore they’d not keep on the identical garth with Tom. Nicely, naturally Tom felt unhealthy; ‘t was an excellent place, and good pay too; and he was honest mad with Yallery Brown, as ‘d acquired him into such a bother. So Tom shook his fist within the air and referred to as out as loud as he may, “Yallery Brown, come from the mools; thou scamp, I would like thee!”

You’ll scarce consider it, however he’d hardly introduced out the phrases however he felt one thing tweaking his leg behind, whereas he jumped with the sensible of it; and shortly as he regarded down, there was the tiddy factor, together with his shining hair, and wrinkled face, and depraved glinting black eyne.

Tom was in a high quality rage, and he would have preferred to have kicked him, however ‘t was no good, there wasn’t sufficient of it to get his boot in opposition to; however he mentioned, “Look right here, grasp, I’ll thank thee to go away me alone after this, dost hear? I would like none of thy assist, and I’ll have nought extra to do with thee—see now.”

The horrid factor broke right into a screeching snigger, and pointed its brown finger at Tom. “Ho, ho, Tom!” says he. “Thou ‘st thanked me, my lad, and I instructed thee not, I instructed thee not!”

“I don’t need thy assist, I inform thee,” Tom yelled at him—”I solely need by no means to see thee once more, and to have nought extra to do with ‘ee—thou can go.”

The factor solely laughed and screeched and mocked, so long as Tom went on swearing, however so quickly as his breath gave out—

“Tom, my lad,” he mentioned with a smile, “I’ll inform ‘ee summat, Tom. True’s true I’ll by no means assist thee once more, and name as thou wilt, thou ‘lt by no means see me after to-day; however I by no means mentioned that I’d depart thee alone, Tom, and I by no means will, my lad! I used to be good and secure beneath the stone, Tom, and will do no hurt; however thou let me out thyself, and thou can’t put me again once more! I’d have been thy pal and labored for thee if thou had been sensible; however since thou bee’st not more than a born idiot I’ll give ‘ee not more than a born idiot’s luck; and when all goes vicey-varsy, and all the pieces agee—thou ‘lt thoughts that it’s Yallery Brown’s doing although m’appen thou doesn’t see him. Mark my phrases, will ‘ee?”

And he started to sing, dancing spherical Tom, like a bairn together with his yellow hair, however wanting older than ever together with his grinning wrinkled little bit of a face:

“Work as you’ll
You’ll by no means do nicely;
Work as you might
You’ll by no means acquire grist;
For hurt and mischance and Yallery Brown
You’ve let your self out from beneath the stone.”

Tom may by no means rightly thoughts what he mentioned subsequent. ‘T was all cussing and calling down misfortune on him; however he was so mazed in fright that he may solely stand there shaking throughout, and staring down on the horrid factor; and if he’d gone on lengthy, Tom would have tumbled down in a match. However by-and-by, his yaller shining hair rose up within the air, and wrapt itself spherical him until he regarded for all of the world like a fantastic dandelion puff; and it floated away on the wind over the wall and out o’ sight, with a parting skirl of depraved voice and sneering snigger.

And did it come true, sayst thou? My phrase! nevertheless it did, certain as loss of life! He labored right here and he labored there, and turned his hand to this and to that, nevertheless it all the time went agee, and ‘t was all Yallery Brown’s doing. And the kids died, and the crops rotted—the beasts by no means fatted, and nothing ever did nicely with him; and until he was lifeless and buried, and m’appen even afterwards, there was no finish to Yallery Brown’s spite at him; day in and day trip he used to listen to him saying—

“Work as you’ll
You’ll by no means do nicely;
Work as you might
You’ll by no means acquire grist;
For hurt and mischance and Yallery Brown
You’ve let your self out from beneath the stone.”

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